"Sofia, you’re not Sophia! You’re not!" Juliet continued to scream.
As soon as the nurse noticed this, she hurried over to comfort her. Recognizing that sothing was amiss, she promptly alerted the doctor.
"Sofia, I’m aware of Sophia’s secret. You don’t believe , right? I really do know her secret..." She suddenly grabbed my arm, her voice hoarse and low. "Be wary of Dexter. Be wary of that lunatic."
I stepped back and stared at Juliet, her eyes filled with despair. "The Black family won’t protect you, and I don’t need to learn Sophia’s secret from you. Juliet, this is your own doing. and no one can help you."
Juliet lay on the ground shaking. "Sofia! You’ll regret this!"
She resented for making her kneel today without offering her any protection. However, I ignored her. Despite her continued hysterical shouting, Dexter took my hand and guided away. I did not turn back. I was not a saint. The more she suffered, the more joy I felt
As I gazed at Dexter’s back, my vision slightly blurred. Juliet’s words about and Damien being lovers resurfaced in my mind. I had feelings for Damien, and Damien felt the sa way about . How could I have let such a montous mory slip my mind? How?
"Sophia! Why are you still fighting with about Damien? Why do you still hold a place in hu heart even after you’re gone? You’re a lunatic and an evil ghost! You nearly caused Damien’s death once. It’s your fault! It’s your fault that he hates you!" Juliet continued to shout.
Dexter seed to walk faster. He looked at Juliet with a sinister expression, took into the elevator, and covered my ears. "Don’t trust anything she says."
I couldn’t look away as Juliet wept until the elevator door shut.
Violette, who had been outside on the phone, eagerly approached as soon as she saw coming out. "Sofia... Zion... The incident unexpectedly went viral online. The overwhelming public backlash compelled the authorities to impose sanctions on Zion."
I was stunned and checked my phone. Police brutality had beco a popular search topic. Soone was intentionally influencing public opinion.
"At first, I thought the murderer behind was just one person, a lunatic. It seems that we all underestimated..." My voice was strained.
The individual responsible was not just one person. They also possessed significant power and financial resources. It took extraordinary influence and resources to shape public opinion and control traffic flow. Who could this murderer be?
Violette looked down, her voice trembling with tears. "Zion was transferred to the traffic police team 3. He has been involved in this case since the beginning. But now, he has been demoted to a traffic policeman, making the closure of this case even more unlikely."
"Zion must have been devastated." I found myself at a loss for words.
"Shall we go and support him?" Violette whispered, seeking my opinion.
She now seed to trust , which surprised a little.
Dexter held my hand. "Let’s go."
I was pleasantly astonished by Dexter’s initiative to show care for others. "Sure."
We all stood outside Zion’s residence together. Despite Violette’s persistent knocking, Zion refused to open the door. Violette forcefully kicked the door. "Zion, I know you’re in there. If your don’t open the door, I’ll make sure the police know all about you!"
I was aware that Violette was concerned about what would transpire with Zion. However, Zion continued to refrain from opening the door.
"Zion, get out here! You bastard! How could you leave ? I’m carrying your baby, and your dumped !" Violette’s tears were streaming down her face as she put on a convincing performance.
They were in the dorm room of the police station. Zion’s father served as a dedicated police officer and tragically lost his life in the line of duty while pursuing a dangerous criminal.
Inspired by his father’s unwavering commitnt and fueled by passion, Zion believed he had the potential to beco an exceptional police officer. However, reality had made him feel defeated many tis.
Violette’s outburst was so intense that it left Dexter and stunned. We exchanged a glance and silently stepped back in agreent.
Dexter was clearly shocked by Violette’s acting skills and comnted in a hushed tone, "Sophia, your friend is so aggressive."
I raised my hand to cover my forehead, thinking she was indeed quite aggressive.
Soon, Zion opened the door and put his hand over Violette’s mouth. His countenance was somber, and he wore a stubbly beard. All the neighbors in this neighborhood were his father’s colleagues, and Violette’s actions would cause him great embarrassnt.
"What nonsense are you yelling?" Zion dragged her into his house. Then, he glanced at and Dexter and hastily fixed his disheveled hair. "My house... is a little ssy"
Dexter and I walked into the house filled with beer bottles and cigarette butts scattered on the floor. The place was more than a little ssy.
"Are you willing to give up on this case just like this?" asked Violette.
Zion had just ignited a cigarette, but as soon as he noticed my presence as a pregnant woman, he promptly extinguished it.
With a frown, Dexter firmly raised his hand and gently pressed my head against his chest. "Secondhand smoke is harmful."
Upon hearing that, Zion rolled his eyes.
"You don’t need to be too sad. You have so intelligence, but it’s limited. It makes sense that you couldn’t deal with him. It’s a matter of talent," Dexter consoled him.
I felt my face flush with embarrassnt, but no words escaped my lips. The statent was so straightforward. Was it intended to offer solace to others?
As I observed the slight twitching of Zion’s lips, I couldn’t help but sense his desire to chase Dexter out. However, his upbringing restrained him from acting on his impulses.
"Although I left, there is so good news. My superiors sent an expert over. He’s a genius in criminal investigation. I heard he’s also in the advanced class. He should be a classmate of Dexter."
Zion glanced at and added, "His na is Eason Grant, reputedly a genius known for his exceptional mory. I heard that his observational skills are unmatched and that he never misses any clues once he has seen the scene."
I glanced at Dexter, my astonishnt evident. Could this person truly possess such incredible abilities?
Dexter sneered and quietly muttered, "He’s just trash"
I was perplexed. Even though Zion didn’t hear Dexter’s muttering, I was able to discors it. He and Eason seed to be at odds with each other.
"Out of hundreds of millions of people, only one person can make it into the advanced class. He must possess unique qualities, unlike the average person I hope he can swiftly resolve the case," Violette quietly whispered her heartfelt plea.
"There are many types of geniuses," Dexter disputed itachel’s statent.
A genius is considered a genius if he scores above 60 points, but there’s a significant distinction between 61 points and a thousand points. There’s no limit to this disparity. Moreover, this person is as annoying as Damien Dexter had serious doubts about Eason
I was speechless. Dexter now saw Damien as the embodint of annoyance
Violette glanced at Dexter in astonishnt "You’re quite talkative today."
Indeed, Dexter really despised Eason.
"He’s not as good as you." Dexter shot a resentful look at Zion. He was trying to persuade Zion not to give up indirectly. Zion said nothing and poured himself a glass of beer.
"Is the beer still okay to drink? When was it opened?" Violette reached out to snatch the bottle.
Zion dodged, "Last night. I don’t wanna waste it."
Shortly after Zion had a drink, he began to experience a stomach ache and rushed to the toilet. Violette assisted him with cleaning up the house, feeling helpless.
"Juliet beca frantic in the hospital today. She knows that after Damien’s accident, no one can shield her," I inford Violette before I left Zion’s house. I wished to cheer her up. The destiny that Juliet experienced today was seen as a form of retribution.
Violette paused while tidying up the ss and looked at . "What’s wrong with this? She should be feeling more despair."
I left with a smile on my face, holding Dexter’s hand
"Dexter, have you and Sophia ever been in a relationship?" I asked, raising my head to look at him intently.
Was he truly able to identify as Sophia, or did he simply view as a re replacent for her, as others thought? I was afraid that one day, he would wake up, lose all self–control, and eventually kill .
Dexter stood before , his gaze intense and unwavering "Partner You’re my partner."
Dexter said it with a stern expression. My heart hurt when he said I was his partner.
"Sophia,Violette and Zion ran out upstairs."
"We received a call from the hospital saying that Juliet attempted suicide next to Damien’s bed, and Damien is now conscious!"
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